Psalms 144
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Psalms 144
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A Psalm. Of David. Praise be to the God of my strength, teaching my hands the use of the sword, and my fingers the art of fighting: | Blessed be Jehovah my rock, Who teacheth my hands to war, [And] my fingers to fight: |
He is my strength, and my Rock; my high tower, and my saviour; my keeper and my hope: he gives me authority over my people. | My lovingkindness, and my fortress, My high tower, and my deliverer; My shield, and he in whom I take refuge; Who subdueth my people under me. |
Lord, what is man, that you keep him in mind? or the son of man that you take him into account? | Jehovah, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him? Or the son of man, that thou makest account of him? |
Man is like a breath: his life is like a shade which is quickly gone. | Man is like to vanity: His days are as a shadow that passeth away. |
Come down, O Lord, from your heavens: at your touch let the mountains give out smoke. | Bow thy heavens, O Jehovah, and come down: Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke. |
With your storm-flames send them in flight: send out your arrows for their destruction. | Cast forth lightning, and scatter them; Send out thine arrows, and discomfit them. |
Put out your hand from on high; make me free, take me safely out of the great waters, and out of the hands of strange men; | Stretch forth thy hand from above; Rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, Out of the hand of aliens; |
In whose mouths are false words, and whose right hand is a right hand of deceit. | Whose mouth speaketh deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood. |
I will make a new song to you, O God; I will make melody to you on an instrument of ten cords. | I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: Upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee. |
It is God who gives salvation to kings; and who kept his servant David from the wounding sword. | Thou art he that giveth salvation unto kings; Who rescueth David his servant from the hurtful sword. |
Make me free, and take me out of the hands of strange men, in whose mouths are false words, and whose right hand is a right hand of deceit. | Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of aliens, Whose mouth speaketh deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood. |
Our sons are like tall young plants; and our daughters like the shining stones of a king's house; | When our sons shall be as plants grown up in their youth, And our daughters as corner-stones hewn after the fashion of a palace; |
Our store-houses are full of all good things; and our sheep give birth to thousands and ten thousands in our fields. | [When] our garners are full, affording all manner of store, [And] our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields; |
Our oxen are well weighted down; our cows give birth safely; there is no going out, and there is no cry of sorrow in our open places. | [When] our oxen are well laden; [When there is] no breaking in, and no going forth, And no outcry in our streets: |
Happy is the nation whose ways are so ordered: yes, happy is the nation whose God is the Lord. | Happy is the people that is in such a case; [Yea], happy is the people whose God is Jehovah. Psalm 145 [A] [Psalm] [of] praise; of David. |